You faced your fears, looked into each other's hearts and let hope and trust give birth to love and dreams.

The two of you refused to merely exist, safe in the confines of yourselves and you dared to risk breaching the shadows and fears that surrounded you; you dared to fly.

And you soared together and touched heaven and the music of the Mother fills you, and there is no distance, no farewell that can ever change the way you forever changed each other, with the courage to love, and to live.

Pixie, Samantha, beautiful Sam . . . know you are Jesse's angel; because of you, he was never again alone.

Now, Pixie . . . grieve for your loss, mourn your mate, but without regret. You dared to love, you didn't hold back, even when you were afraid. That is more than many, older and supposedly wiser, will do.

Celebrate that always. Great music will come from it.

*the photo is one of Andrew's he graciously said to use, with his sympathy and condolences

__________________In a controversy the instant we feel anger we have already ceased striving for the truth, and have begun striving for ourselves. ~Buddha

Stupid is the most notoriously incurable and contagious disease known to mankind. If you find yourself in close proximity to someone infected with stupid, walk away as soon as said infection is noted.

There are few things more nauseating than pure obedience. ~ Kvothe

***8206;"silence is the language of god, all else is poor translation."
— Rumi
Be a god. Know when to shut up.